King’s Singers

"Byrd: Who Made Thee, Hob, Forsake the Plough?"

Who made thee Hob forsake the Plough, and fall in love?
Sweet beauty which hath power to bow the gods above

What, dost thou serve a shepherdess?
Ay, such as hath no peer I guess

What is her name who bears thy heart within her breast?
Sylvana fair of high desert whom I love best

Oh Hob, I fear she looks too high
Yet love I must or else I die

Oh Hob, I fear she looks too high
Yet love I must or else I die
Or else I die. I die

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